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daybreakacademy2019-09-24 04:51 pm
heromedal) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-09-24 04:51 pm
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Rex's late catch all for the month.
🐺Insert your own dog burying bones joke.🐕 Early in the Month, Ekkehardt
Rex had honestly never intended to ever return to this little crack in the ground, hidden deep in a mountain pass. The past could stay buried and forgotten as far as he cared. What difference would it make? Ironically considering his company, he thought that corpses didn't care what happened to them. He'd almost voiced that and a hundred more reasons as an excuse to back out of the trip, but... he was trying harder not to make excuses these days.
Bulgaria is a place of odd climes, being borderline tropical on the Mediterranean coast but freezing cold further north, which is Rex and Ekkehardt have had to travel. Rex’s wardrobe doesn’t need much changing to deal with the first dusting of snow. Just gloves and wearing the coat zipped up to his nose, which he occasionally does anyway. At least out of the sight of the average man, he can levitate rather than hike. Arms crossed, floating upright.
But he stops when he sees it, the long splinter in the ground with a ridge above it. Inside it’s like it’s own world, a forbidden entrance to a place nothing good ever happened. Could ever happen. His teeth chatter and his arms pull tight around him, which has nothing to do with the cold. He can feel sweat on his forehead, despite the chill.
“That’s it,” he says, trying everything he can to do to keep emotion out of his voice. He does a good job, as might be imagined from Rex. But there’s a quiet strain to it. “You can see how no one found us. And I never told anyone.”
In retrospect, if he had, and endangered the veil, he might have been picked up by some mystical society better equipped to handle him. Rather than been a weird kid who turned up in a small town covered in blood and dirt, shortly after a bunch of people went missing.
🦄 Indrik Time, Indrik Time, everybody’s feeling fine ‘cos it’s Indrik Time 🦌
You know what time it is.
Indrik has a deep connection to Rex, but being the world’s chunkiest baby deer, cow, lizard, lion and probably more hybrid has much less understanding of the various complex reasons why he feels sad, mad, confused and afraid all the time. One of the reasons Indrik is such a lazy lump is because he also shares Rex’s fatigue. When his master sleeps only every four days, he has to try and make up for it.
Now? Both Rex and Indrik are bursting with energy. Which is being put to positive use for once! It was meant just to be a little walk as usual, but now... it has become a very spirited game of tag, and neither of them are paying much attention to where would be appropriate to do so.
That’s why Rex just vaulted over someone and Indrik, his lil’ hooves thundering screeches to a halt to avoid barreling into them. But, after a moment, gives them a gentle headbutt and a cheerful mixture of cow and cat noises. Rex calls back- “That means ‘tag, you’re it!’”
Which would explain why both Rex and Indrik skedaddle in opposite directions. Rex is laughing and Indrik is mooing.
⚙️ Day to Day 📚 Any old time
Class or not, Rex keeps up with his studies and more. He's always moving between the library, the anvil and the gym doing something or several somethings at once. It's kinda weird usually.
(( If you've got anything you wanna do with Rex just in general, hit me up! I'm on discord DoctorChimera#5514 ))
Rex had honestly never intended to ever return to this little crack in the ground, hidden deep in a mountain pass. The past could stay buried and forgotten as far as he cared. What difference would it make? Ironically considering his company, he thought that corpses didn't care what happened to them. He'd almost voiced that and a hundred more reasons as an excuse to back out of the trip, but... he was trying harder not to make excuses these days.
Bulgaria is a place of odd climes, being borderline tropical on the Mediterranean coast but freezing cold further north, which is Rex and Ekkehardt have had to travel. Rex’s wardrobe doesn’t need much changing to deal with the first dusting of snow. Just gloves and wearing the coat zipped up to his nose, which he occasionally does anyway. At least out of the sight of the average man, he can levitate rather than hike. Arms crossed, floating upright.
But he stops when he sees it, the long splinter in the ground with a ridge above it. Inside it’s like it’s own world, a forbidden entrance to a place nothing good ever happened. Could ever happen. His teeth chatter and his arms pull tight around him, which has nothing to do with the cold. He can feel sweat on his forehead, despite the chill.
“That’s it,” he says, trying everything he can to do to keep emotion out of his voice. He does a good job, as might be imagined from Rex. But there’s a quiet strain to it. “You can see how no one found us. And I never told anyone.”
In retrospect, if he had, and endangered the veil, he might have been picked up by some mystical society better equipped to handle him. Rather than been a weird kid who turned up in a small town covered in blood and dirt, shortly after a bunch of people went missing.
🦄 Indrik Time, Indrik Time, everybody’s feeling fine ‘cos it’s Indrik Time 🦌
You know what time it is.
Indrik has a deep connection to Rex, but being the world’s chunkiest baby deer, cow, lizard, lion and probably more hybrid has much less understanding of the various complex reasons why he feels sad, mad, confused and afraid all the time. One of the reasons Indrik is such a lazy lump is because he also shares Rex’s fatigue. When his master sleeps only every four days, he has to try and make up for it.
Now? Both Rex and Indrik are bursting with energy. Which is being put to positive use for once! It was meant just to be a little walk as usual, but now... it has become a very spirited game of tag, and neither of them are paying much attention to where would be appropriate to do so.
That’s why Rex just vaulted over someone and Indrik, his lil’ hooves thundering screeches to a halt to avoid barreling into them. But, after a moment, gives them a gentle headbutt and a cheerful mixture of cow and cat noises. Rex calls back- “That means ‘tag, you’re it!’”
Which would explain why both Rex and Indrik skedaddle in opposite directions. Rex is laughing and Indrik is mooing.
⚙️ Day to Day 📚 Any old time
Class or not, Rex keeps up with his studies and more. He's always moving between the library, the anvil and the gym doing something or several somethings at once. It's kinda weird usually.
(( If you've got anything you wanna do with Rex just in general, hit me up! I'm on discord DoctorChimera#5514 ))
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She shook her head. "Nevermind that. Who are you and what have you done with Rex?"
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"I'm an archaeopteryx, a bird-like dinosaur that is transitional between non-avian feathered dinosaurs and modern birds that was active in the Jurassic period," he says completely flatly. See, this is actually a joke Rex uses fairly routinely whenever someone asks him a question about himself he doesn't want to answer or thinks is obvious. The difference is, this time, instead of staring blankly or walking away after saying it, he gives a little 'heh.' "I know I'm somewhat more energetic than usual, but I'm not that different am I?"
He probably wouldn't be this jazzed if he had say, 8 hours sleep. 24 hours though? He's a beast. He'll be awake for three weeks shaking this off.
"...And if you're not going to join in, I have to go find my pet. I'm still 'it'."
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Oh.
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Though that he has to say that does make his pale cheeks go a full blazing, beautiful red. It’s like the freshest of tomatoes.